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January 25, 2009:

Pain

Daniel Albrect hits hard during the final few meters of his Thursday training run for the Hahnenkahm downhill

Been feeling sorry for yourself because of the atypical icy January conditions? Get over it. Here's Daniel Albrecht of Switzerland making an
impact on the Kitzbühl Streif downhill course, which had been bootpacked earlier by the Austrian army. The poor guy had to be put into
a medically induced coma after this fall while swelling in his brain subsided. Send him some +++vibes when you get a chance.

On a positive note for the Swiss, Didier Defago won the downhill event, putting an exclamation on his 2009 season after winning the
Lauberhorn downhill last week, and the other Didier (Cuche) tied for fourth with Bode Miller. Michael Walchhofer was second and Klaus
Kroell third to put two Austrians on the podium.

January 15, 2009:

Lawinen Gefahr

I spent Tuesday of this week skittering around on rock-hard groomers at Summit Central, which wouldn't normally have been all that enjoyable
except for the fact that it was a beautiful sunny day and a bunch of my friends from the pass were there. We did relaxed laps on Bonanza and
the new Silver Fir quad with Kevin and Francine, Earl and Daisy, Mike O'Brien, and (for a while at least) Don Hecker. Frank showed up around
mid-day to add some Euro flavor to the group, and we headed to the 'Acres lodge for burgers, pizza and fries. You know something is up when
all the Alpental regulars are at Central on the groomed, I guess, but we got adventurous with a few absolutely heinous runs in the bumps
trying to jar our dental work loose.

Riding up the chair, I managed to get some details out of Earl and Francine regarding the big slide event at Hyak the week previous. Seems
Francine was out walking on her street, and heard a horrendous sound coming from the direction of the ski hill. They ran to the end of the
street and watched as the vast majority of the slope relocated itself to the bottom of the hill, taking out a couple of the chair towers and
damaging two homes.

Fortunately no one was on the slope at the time of the incident (we've all been known to skin Hyak for fun and fitness simply because of its
proximity), but their neighbor Norm Cravens lucked out big time. Norm was in the top floor of his house (the one "akimbo" in the bottom photo)
settling down in his recliner chair with a cup of coffee, and had just turned so that his back was facing the hill when the mud and snow slide
let go. The house was knocked about 70 feet off its foundation, the bottom story inundated with snow and mud, and piles of mud, glass and snow
flew by him on the upper floor. Though the house is history, Norm was protected from injury by the thick back of the chair, and walked away.

From a 1946 brochure about avalanche avoidance and snow survival, courtesy of Michael Trommsdorff

Full-depth avalanche comparison photo - the Hyak slide is really a gigantic mudslide that happened to have a bunch of snow on top of it Francine Curd photo

Norm's house is the brown one with the green trim that is listing heavily to port Francine Curd photo

January 7, 2009:

Bombshell

Big news this week in the world of randonnée skiing is G3's press/web release of its new AT binding.
As many of you know, several of Dynafit's patents relating to their boot/binding interface have expired in the last year, leaving the door open
to other manufacturers to make and market their own versions of bindings that will accept a boot with Dynafit toe and heel fittings. To date,
most of those products catered to the elite rando racer market (see ATK for an example) but
none were aimed at recreational alpine touring enthusiasts.

Check out their elaborate and quite educational website - you can learn a lot about the binding by watching the videos

Will they change your life? Maybe. Few people except the engineers, it seems, have used the working prototypes, and no bindings are actually scheduled
to appear in shops until next fall (with MAYBE a limited release this March in "core" markets), but G3's offering takes the parameters of the
Dynafit boot (called "Tech" by companies other than Dynafit) and runs with them.

What you can glean from the videos on G3's website is that they've used a very similar toepiece mechanism, and added a bulkier plastic baseplate
and lever. Material added around the base of the jaws seems intended to keep snow from building up under the arms, which is a major scourge of
Dynafit users worldwide and a common cause of unintended toepiece ejection. Of course, if snow does get in there, it looks like it will be
really difficult to remove.

The G3 heelpiece uses a Dynafit-like twin pin setup to engage the heel, but places the spring for lateral release in the baseplate rather than
in the heel housing. To go from ski mode to tour mode, you press a tab at the rear of the binding and the heel moves backward. Instead of
the traditional Dynafit twist-to-lift riser system, the G3 relies on two separate lifts that hinge up from the baseplate and housing.

In terms of use, the G3 attempts to be more step-in friendly by adding a plastic "stop" in front of the boot toe; it's unclear if this will work
with all Dynafitted boots (ie. my Scarpa Spirit 3's with the set back inserts). The toe jaws also appear to be spring loaded in the closed position,
and the method of getting in the binding (if not stepping in) is to hold the toe lever down with your pole (or hand, I assume), put your boot in,
and slowly release the lever as the arms engage. How this will work in real life remains to be seen.

The new binding is significantly heavier than Dynafit, and unfortunately doesn't offer any increase in release tension, still maxing out at DIN 10.
In a marketing move that will make my European friends chuckle, G3 refers to locking the toe lever as a "DIN booster," which isn't exactly a
new invention as Dynafit users have always done this in gnarly terrain. There has been talk of increased elasticity as a goal at G3, though this is
lateral and not vertical, and most people I know have only had problems with the latter.

Projected MSRP is $399.00, and I have to give props to G3 for being first out of the gate with a Dynafit re-design. Hopefully they'll be able to
refine and lighten the binding in the future.

January 5, 2009:

Reunion

Iíd been gone, but not forgotten.

35 years ago, I ran with a ragged group of skiers called the Sunnyside Sliders, who considered themselves freeriders decades before the
term was coined. Based at Crystal Mountain, we participated in the pro freestyle circuit in its formative years, but thought of ourselves
as freeskiers first, preferring blasting through knee-deep Cascade slop to refined moguls and cultivating a motorcycle-chic sartorial
edge that generally took the form of shoulder-lenth hair and jean jackets with raw-looking embroidered emblems affixed to the back. Gore-tex
had yet to be invented; constant motion and a layer of ice over denim kept us warm.

Since the mid 70ís, Iíve lived in many places around the country and though we eventually settled back in Seattle in the 90ís, Iíve seldom
made the trip to Crystal Mountain. Last Saturday, under the pretext of picking up a pair of boots from a guy who pro patrols there, I made
the tedious drive up from Maple Valley, forgetting about the Green River Gorge closure, and took my place in a long line of cars snaking
up the slippery 410 at 40 mph.

I arrived at the ski area a little after 8:15, as savvy drivers were already peeling off into the lower lot, and filled the time until first
chair by wandering about the area and introducing myself to Dan the patroller. I got in line behind maybe 60 other people and watched as high
clouds gave way to blue sky.

I took a few runs by myself, testing out a new pair of fat skis. A little chopped powder, a little fresh corduroy Ė they seemed fine in the
fluff and even carved fairly well on the groomers. As I stood in the REX line thinking about the right boot for this setup, I heard a voice.

ďLouie?Ē

I turned and saw Joe Habenicht, my partner for many a road trip in the distant past, and his wife Kathy smiling at me.

ďI thought that looked like you!Ē

After 30 some years, the long hair now no hair, the jean jacket replaced by Arcíteryx XCR, they had recognized me in seconds. Iíve often
wondered at how a personís ski style never really changes, and how friends can recognize each other from a quarter mile away by the arc of
their turns, their pole plant, or the carriage of their upper body. Maybe this ingrained recognition of a good ski buddyís body language
carries over to the way they stand in the lift line, I thought. Amazing.

The convergence was only beginning. Within an hour, we had hooked up with Fred and Rick Reininger and Fredís wife Liz, Mark Rohrbach and his
wife, Hunter Eng and Stanley Larsen, all friends and erstwhile ski companions from years past.

We were a sight to behold. Years of ski and bike accidents had taken their toll. Between us (the men, at least) there was probably a million
dollar representation of the orthopedic surgeonís art Ė new hips (4) new knees (2) repaired ACLís and tendons (multiple) and many broken bones
held together with steel and titanium. Ouch. And these patched-together 50 and 60 year-olds were still out ripping it up like youngsters.

We lapped many of the old favorites, including Sunnyside, Bull Run, and Iceberg until just short of crippling ourselves, then adjourned to
Fred and Lizís condo for lunch. His unit at the Silver Skis was one I was familiar with from years of staying with Alex Crooks just down
the hall, and the unit next door was now owned by Joe and Kathy, by way of her father Dr. Walt Krengel. The change at the Silver Skis has
been a suble one, with most of the names staying the same, but the faces of the owners shifting from the parents of my old friends to the
friends themselves. It was like stepping out of a time machine and discovering that three decades had suddenly passed by, as my arthritic
friends talked about their grown childrenís new lives and mates. We shared a chuckle as Joe talked about his son Blair, now a pro snowboarder
based in Glacier, Washington. Living the life, indeed.

After lunch, Fred and I headed back out for a few more runs, hoping that patrol would finally succeed in opening Southback after a full day
of throwing bombs. He related the story of how, after moving with his family from Michigan at age 13, and thinking himself a good skier already,
he had been almost in tears as our CMAC group skied Upper Bull Run in chopped up heavy fresh and a whole new dimension of skiing was revealed to
him.

Now Fredís the acknowledged master, smooth as silk in any conditions, blowing by youngsters on twintips on the traverse over to the King, and
knowing the mountain as well as anyone at Crystal. His 12-week-old hip hardly seemed to bother him as he led me around the mountain, and he
even showed me his secret offloading technique that gets him a chair or two jump on potential first track competition.

We finished off the day with a run through three feet of face-shot powder in Silver Bowl. The first fifteen turns were as good as anything
anywhere, until we got to the part that had already slid and were forced to deal with our aching 50 year-old backs on the track out. What a day.

Happy New Year, and may old friends remain true friends.

This seems like just a few years ago. Myself, Rolf Hebenstreit, Mike Maeser and Hunter Eng at Sun Valley, Idaho. Doug Pfeiffer photo.

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